Over the past few years I have been on a journey with some other guys. A journey towards honesty and humility and recovery and towards my Father. Bringing sin out into the light is unbearable and is absolutely no fun. Doing so in a safe environment with guys who push me to the Gospel is not much easier. It would be much easier to go the journey alone. Easier, at least, in the moment. But journeys aren’t meant to be had alone. The wilderness will drive you mad if there isn’t someone to share it with. Read the rest of this entry »
If you’ve read a post of mine in the past, you know my affinity for Charles Spurgeon. This one in particular is in keeping with the theme from my last post on Psalm 97, “The Lord reigns, let the earth rejoice”. By the grace of God which was with me, over the past four days I have had the privilege to meditate on that phrase over and over again. I have heard an illustration before that when you first begin to dive into the greatness of God, it feels overwhelming, but as you continuing pushing on you begin to realize that at the beginning stages you were merely in a small creek which sweeps you into a much larger stream which becomes a raging river which flows into a vast ocean. The more time I have spent meditating on “The Lord reigns”, the more I get the feeling that I have merely been stepping on rocks trying not to fall in the creek. There’s something scary about being swept away.
Below is Spurgeon’s blog from a hundred years ago about the obvious next step to meditating on the Sovereignty of God in all of life. So, “dive in and go deep” (for my friends who are familiar with Steven Curtis Chapman).
“Give unto the Lord the glory due unto His name.”—Psalm 29:2.
The Lord reigns, let the earth rejoice! Tucked away at the beginning of the 97th Psalm is the key ingredient to authentic worship. The Lord reigns. True, authentic worship cannot be attained without a real and experiential understanding of this truth. The Lord reigns. He reigns when the cancer comes back for the fourth and final time and all the hours in prayer have not yielded the results we had hoped for. He reigns when our hearts are broken yet again by a womb that will not bear a child. He reigns when thousands die at the hands of men who are dependent on their own sacrifice and the accompanying deaths to secure a place for themselves and their relatives in the presence of the god of Ishmael and Mohammed. My wife and I have never been through anything like that personally, Read the rest of this entry »
Spurgeon Nails It
“Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, Thou God of my salvation; and my tongue shall sing aloud of Thy righteousness.”—Psalm 51:14.
IN this SOLEMN CONFESSION, it is pleasing to observe that David plainly names his sin. He does not call it manslaughter, nor speak of it as an imprudence by which an unfortunate accident occurred to a worthy man, but he calls it by its true name, bloodguiltiness. He did not actually kill the husband of Bathsheba; but still it was planned in David’s heart that Uriah should be slain, and he was before the Lord his murderer. Learn in confession to be honest with God. Do not give fair names to foul sins; call them what you will, they will smell no sweeter. What God sees them to be, that do you labour to feel them to be; and with all openness of heart acknowledge their real character. Observe, that David was evidently oppressed with the heinousness of his sin. It is easy to use words, but it is difficult to feel their meaning. The fifty-first Psalm is the photograph of a contrite spirit. Let us seek after the like brokenness of heart; for however excellent our words may be, if our heart is not conscious of the hell-deservingness of sin, we cannot expect to find forgiveness.
Our text has in it AN EARNEST PRAYER—it is addressed to the God of salvation. It is His prerogative to forgive; it is His very name and office to save those who seek His face. Better still, the text calls Him the God of my salvation. Yes, blessed be His name, while I am yet going to Him through Jesus’ blood, I can rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The psalmist ends with A COMMENDABLE VOW: if God will deliver him he will sing—nay, more, he will “sing aloud.” Who can sing in any other style of such a mercy as this! But note the subject of the song—”THY RIGHTEOUSNESS.” We must sing of the finished work of a precious Saviour; and he who knows most of forgiving love will sing the loudest.
RT @coachmarkfox: My 9yr old was asked if he had go 2 college @ Florida or GaTech where would he go. His answer: “I’d become a fireman & not go to college”
Evidence of my previous post. From Spurgeon.
“Thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the Most High, thy habitation.”—Psalm 91:9.
The Israelites in the wilderness were continually exposed to change. Whenever the pillar stayed its motion, the tents were pitched; but tomorrow, ere the morning sun had risen, the trumpet sounded, the ark was in motion, and the fiery, cloudy pillar was leading the way through the narrow defiles of the mountain, up the hillside, or along the arid waste of the wilderness. They had scarcely time to rest a little before they heard the sound of “Away! this is not your rest; you must still be onward journeying towards Canaan!” They were never long in one place. Even wells and palm trees could not detain them. Yet they had an abiding home in their God, His cloudy pillar was their roof-tree, and its flame by night their household fire. They must go onward from place to place, continually changing, never having time to settle, and to say, “Now we are secure; in this place we shall dwell.” “Yet,” says Moses, “though we are always changing, Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place throughout all generations.” The Christian knows no change with regard to God. He may be rich to-day and poor to-morrow; he may be sickly to-day and well to-morrow; he may be in happiness to-day, to-morrow he may be distressed—but there is no change with regard to his relationship to God. If He loved me yesterday, He loves me to-day. My unmoving mansion of rest is my blessed Lord. Let prospects be blighted; let hopes be blasted; let joy be withered; let mildews destroy everything; I have lost nothing of what I have in God. He is “my strong habitation whereunto I can continually resort.” I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God. In the earth I wander, but in God I dwell in a quiet habitation.